Eight-line Poems

Swings

Swings

Swing low, sweet chariot,
squealing in the currents of air,
echo the wild shrieks of children,
“Higher, Daddy, higher!”
as the world speeds by,
launching us to the sky,
wind playing in our faces
and daily cares forgotten.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express Ity In Eight, 05.10.22
Prompt: Photo of old, deserted swing set.